Page 11 of The Beast of London & His Pet

“I know my name, Armando,” I drawled.

A slow smile spread across his face.

“It was the Viagra girl, wasn’t it? Oh, damn. What happened?” he said with glee.

“Nothing that I can't handle,” I said before I checked my phone.

She hadn't texted me back.

Me:What is she doing?

I messaged Rocco.

He sent a picture of her in a play area with children around her. She sat in a sand pit with them as they piled sand up. When a shadow came up behind me, I turned my phone over and glanced to see Armando standing behind me.

“So her story checked out then? She wasn’t affiliated with any of our enemies.”

“She is clean,” I replied.

Too clean for the likes of me.

“Well? Are you going to tell us what happened?”

“Nope,” I said, putting my phone in my pocket.

I’d sent Francesca a picture of a naked woman dressed as a kitten. She had seen it, but hadn’t responded.

“Can we have everyone on the shipment that’s coming in?” I asked, moving back into business. “I have a busy week at the office and don't want to be caught off guard.”

The good thing about importing and exporting wine was that I knew how to move anything in and out of the country. The police had raided my wine shipments three times and never found anything. Dumb fucks.

Even as my men talked about the shipments, my mind wandered towards Francesca. It was a long wait, but at least I could torture her with my messages.

Chapter 6

Francesca

I sat in the car, and Rocco began the engine as I checked my phone. I had four messages. With a sigh, I tapped on the notification and felt my cheeks flush with heat. It was a naked woman lapping up milk from a bowl, but a man knelt behind her, stroking her bare ass. She had black cat ears on her head and a matching black tail poking out beside her leg.

La Bestia:I hope you like drinking cream.

La Bestia:Only four days left, piccolo gattino, and I can't wait to see your little asshole stuffed with a fluffy tail plug.

La Bestia:Don’t forget your appointments.

The man truly was a beast, but I was intrigued by pet play. I read a few articles, but my problem was that I didn't think he knew that I was a virgin and I had to tell him before my time was up. He had set me up with an appointment at my surgery. I had no idea how he managed that and another one in the city for waxing. The one for the doctors was tricky since it was for birth control.

Me:I don't want an IUD fitted. I’m a virgin.

I didn't expect the phone to ring, so I panicked and declined the call. He called again, and I did it again.

La Bestia:Answer your phone.

He messaged, and I declined it with a wince when it rang again.

When Rocco’s phone pinged, he checked it and changed the course.

“Where are we going?” I asked, but I already knew the answer.

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